The needle-like sword energy pierced through the river and broke through the waves, approaching the center of Chen Lichou's eyebrows.
The long white river collapsed one after another, but thousands of waves piled on top of each other, hitting Xu Lianhua's chest.
This is an absolute situation that hurts both sides. From any normal person's point of view, Chen Lichou will definitely avoid it. After all, Chen Lianhua has reached her limit. After this sword, she may not be able to use the same powerful sword move again.
However, what is shocking is that Chen Lichou did not avoid it.
He silently watched the sword qi piercing his eyebrows, the real essence poured into the sword in his hand smoothly, and all the heaven and earth energy accumulated in his body flowed along the meridians to the front of the eyebrows.
From his neck to the center of his eyebrows, countless streams of white air gushed out in an instant.
These white air currents intertwined, as if making him wear a white mask.
But between his brows, there is a blue color showing.
A condensed cyan vitality, like a small cyan obelisk, met the sword energy piercing his eyebrows.
Xu Lianhua's clothes were blown back by the strong wind, fluttering like a banner, and some broken clothes even flew from his body like butterflies.
In the next instant, the white waves were about to hit him, and his sword energy was about to collide with the small blue obelisk.
However, at this moment, his gaze fell to the sky above Chen Lichou's head.
His sword intent swept up into the sky.
His people also flew up like butterflies, flying into the sky.
Thousands of waves rushed past his feet.
There was a squeaking sound.
The sword aura pierced upwards, leaving a sword mark on the small cyan obelisk, and then continued upwards, an extremely clear hole appeared in the strong wind, and the sword aura seemed to pierce the sky above.
Time seemed to stand still.
Just as incomprehensible shock appeared in Chen Lichou's calm eyes, the small cyan obelisk in front of his eyebrows suddenly cracked, turning into countless small white waves.
But these white waves carried a completely different aura from the one that emanated from his body, and they hit his face with a bang!
There was a bang.
An unbelievable exclamation sounded.
Chen Lichou's entire body flew backwards like a thrown wooden stake, and there was a clear bone cracking sound from the back of his neck.
Immediately after a dull bang, Chen Lichou's body fell heavily to the ground, sending out waves of dust.
There was a dead silence in the bystander camp.
From being hit to falling to the ground, this has been a long period of time in the world of practitioners. However, until now, most of the selected students who watched the battle have not realized how this happened.
Chen Lichou, who was submerged in the flying dust, did not die. His eyes were full of dazed and shocked emotions. He felt that his body could not move, and then he felt that his neck bones had been broken in many places by the blow just now. .
The sword intent that almost brushed his brow upwards seemed to be still reverberating in front of him, and he vaguely began to understand...that sword actually used his vitality, and brought out the power from his condensed vitality. A accord!
"Borrow mountain marks!"
"This is your Xuhou Mansion's Borrowing Mountain Mark Sword Style!"
A stream of blood gushed out from between his lips and teeth, and then he yelled even more incomprehensibly, "How could this happen!"
The sound echoed in the valley, even covering the sound of all the fighting nearby.
This voice also began to echo in the hearts of many students watching the battle.
Their eyes all fell on Xu Lianhua who had just landed.
Because Chen Lichou called out the name of this sword style, they knew that Chen Lichou's confusion at the moment was not because of the sword style itself.
A few drops of blood dripped from the corner of Xu Lianhua's mouth.
Looking at her old friend who fell into the dust, Xu Lianhua was silent for a moment, and said: "Because you have always been afraid of me."
Chen Lichou was stunned, and said even more inconceivably: "Afraid of you?"
"Although you are ranked higher than me in the talent list, you are always afraid of being surpassed by me."
Xu Lianhua looked at him and nodded slowly, "The more you know about me, the more you are afraid of me... That's why I know that you will never let me go because you want a quick fight and you don't want to fight again." Something unexpected happened, and I know that you have completed the Qingshan Monument."
"How is it possible!" Chen Lichou yelled again: "How could you know that."
"Because when you came to the sword meeting, your eyes were full of satisfaction and joy that you didn't usually have, so I knew that you must have completed the Qingshan Monument."
Xu Lianhua coughed softly, looked at his absent-minded eyes, and shook her head expressionlessly: "Actually, I know you very well, because I care about my friends' feelings, so I know you will definitely use that way Come face my sword. It's a pity that you don't care enough about your friends' feelings and don't understand me enough. That's why you lost."
After saying this sentence, Xu Lianhua stopped looking at Chen Lichou, turned around and walked towards Ding Ning and the others.
It wasn't until this time that many selected students fully reacted... Xu Lianhua defeated Chen Lichou, and Xu Lianhua did not fall because of this, and may even face the next opponent.
First Xie Rou, then He Zhaoxi, and then Chen Lichou.
In everyone's eyes, these three people were the most likely candidates to be eliminated, but they all won the victory.
"how so?"
A young man in blue robe couldn't help but make the same voice as Chen Lichou.
He felt that there was some inexplicable spell affecting this sword style.
"Zhou Wangnian."
At this moment, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who randomly picked his name to face off called his name.
This blue-robed boy was Zhou Wangnian who had taunted Ding Ning and had a verbal conflict with Xie Changsheng.
Hearing his name, Zhou Wangnian's body shook suddenly, but in the next moment, his body shook even more violently.
"To Ding Ning."
The practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect casually called out Ding Ning's name.
There was a dead silence.
Even many of the opposing sides temporarily stopped their hands.
This is where the real drama begins.
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"Master..." Zhang Yi turned to look at Ding Ning. Although he knew that it would be a matter of time before Ding Ning appeared on the stage, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak for some unknown reason.
"There is nothing to worry about in a battle without suspense."
Ding Ning glanced at him, said this softly, then nodded to Xu Lianhua who was walking back slowly as a thank you, and then started to move, calmly walking towards the vacated field.
Seeing Ding Ning's appearance like an ancient well, the eyes of many teachers in the practice area once again showed appreciation, but seeing the little hoarfrost on the roots of Ding Ning's hair, these teachers in the practice site sighed secretly .
Jing Liuli frowned slightly, and the light in her eyes began to flicker non-stop.
She found herself filled with anticipation.
Watching Ding Ning move, Zhou Wangnian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then took a deep breath, and began to move, but a cold smile began to appear at the corner of his mouth.
Just after crossing the sword mark on the ground and officially stepping into the battle field, Zhou Wangnian raised his head, looked at Ding Ning, and began to speak.
"These people around you surprised a lot of people."
Zhou Wangnian looked at Ding Ning with a sneer, and said, "But no matter how many people on your side win, as long as you lose, it doesn't matter."
"You're right."
Ding Ning looked at him and replied lightly.
Zhou Wangnian thought that Ding Ning would retort, but he didn't expect Ding Ning to say such a sentence, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
"So I won't lose."
Ding Ning looked into his astonished eyes, and said calmly: "And I don't need to say these words to you, because I know that you said these words just to cheer yourself up, and you just want to boost your confidence, but this may bring the opposite effect. Effect."
Zhou Wangnian's face turned slightly pale, and he said coldly, "Shall I cheer myself up?"
"On the surface, you are more confident than when the Minshan Sword Club just started."
Ding Ning glanced at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said, "Your only source of confidence should be the sword in your hand."
Zhou Wangnian's body froze for a moment, and he couldn't speak for a moment.
All the selected students watching, including some selected students who stopped to watch the battle first, did not understand the meaning of Ding Ning's words.
"The sword you chose from the Sword Valley should be the famous sword of the Great Wei Dynasty, the Hundred Eyes Sword."
"Based on your cultivation, there is only one possibility for you to be able to come out of the sea of thorns without any injuries, and that is to practice the Heavenly Demon Chanting Sword Sutra in your Chanshan Sword Field."
"The Heavenly Demon Chanting Sword Sutra and the Hundred-Eyed Sword are naturally an excellent combination. Just some melodious sounds can make people stunned, making those ordinary insects at a loss and unable to fight at all."
"But this kind of chaotic sound is useless to practitioners who are determined and prepared."
Ding Ning stared into his eyes and said calmly, "So you can't defeat me."
"You..." Zhou Wangnian wanted to keep calm and pretend not to care, but his face couldn't be concealed, it became paler and paler, and his lips began to tremble.
"Too far apart."
Tantai Guanjian looked at the two young men from a distance, and couldn't help but sigh softly to Jing Liuli in front of him.
"He's not just targeting Zhou Wangnian." Jing Liuli said in a cold voice, "He's attacking the hearts of all these people."